[private] hollow riches

[litotes]

boy what's normal to you? 'cause that sure ain't normal to me.

Leliana’s portal had spit him out in the Forest. The cremello had made the trek through the dense forest, weaving between the dark trunks like a drunkard lost on his way home. Most of the hours he spent attempting to return to Pangea, his eyes were halfway shut and his left paw lame; yet, as he traveled, on the pain began to cease and the exhaustion worse on.

When he finally fell in a ball on the moss-covered floor of his home, he slept for what felt like a week.

What actually happens is that he wakes in the afternoon of the next day, sleepy topaz eyes blinking against the glare of the sun clawing its way into his deep cave. He groans and rolls onto his side, stretching his claws out against the stone. A little sliver of light catches the glint of his gaze and illuminates the sweat-dampened strands of his mane. He sighs. The day ahead of him will surely be a chore.

His fever dream of a trip back to Pangea was spent ruminating on the single most important interaction he had during the war: Dawn screaming at him that he is a traitor. He made a hazy decision then, a choice to face her in the Cove. Whatever she has in store for him, he will roll his shoulders and bear the weight. There is far greater awaiting him on the other side.

It is twilight by the time he reaches the shores of Silver Cove. The gentle hues of purple and blue and dying orange reflect in his pupils. The Archon peers at his hooves slowly sinking in the black pebbles beneath him - soon the moon will rise and cast its brilliant luminescence upon the sleeping residents of the once-sanctuary.

Litotes calls out for Dawn, a gentle nicker carried on the wind. His brow furrows, and his mouth hardens. Certainly their next conversation will not be an easy one.

and if i fall would you know that to do?
and if i'm caught up would you stay?

Litotes

@[Dawn] they need a post war thread